Saturday, April 25, 2009

slightly gold...

You know that warm light
On the car this morning
You know
Slightly gold
That says summer
Lester Lanin tents & fair weather
You know
That early morning light
- -
Slightly gold

Friday, April 24, 2009

lowell, ma II...

A breeze over street
Flowers the small rooms
The benches & the pens for the poets
For the ghosts & Kerouac & Catholicism & the Buddha
Leafy places
- -

Thursday, April 23, 2009

lowell, ma...

Small rooms & tables
Off the bricklayed walks
Landscaped walls floors & ceilings
In old town
Light filtering through the smell of berries & leaves
It is quiet
It is warm
It is summer
- -

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

ellington at newport...

intervals & preludes - -
lighted by lamps
& a red night moon

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

duke in blue & confetti...

Monday, April 20, 2009

worn carpets...

Worn carpets
Worn books
Steinbeck & the complete works of Cole Porter
& haiku
& The Dalai Lama's Book of Transformation
Basho & Sinatra
A piano cigarette burns & glass rings
That Face Sarah Vaughan
A piano concerto Dave McKenna
French crayons & paper
& pen
& a 5 dollar table
That house
The spirits del'arte
Softly As In A Morning Sunrise

there are no people (461 words 1 sentence)...

On the ride in from coastal route 1 the other night little snow and clear a pleasant surprise in late December it wasn't that late in the evening only about 8 or so there were no people to be seen thus the title of this short story There Are No People but there were cars and lights in houses and Christmas lights on trees and bushes and lighted trees in front of room windows two cars were on-coming and there were three behind and at Rebecca Road there was a pick-up truck waiting at a stop sign "gee" we thought light and activity lighted windows a store lit and "no people" I mentioned to her she smiled about it because the same mystery had occurred one time before crossing the county line but nothing ever came of that this one was a little different well I should say a lot different we survived this and lived to tell about it back to that in a moment we decided to take the loop through town up to our house we had not been "home" in 5 weeks so we were looking to see if things hadn't changed well the mail truck was parked in its usual place the bridge lighted we made the turn down the desolate main street lighted street lamps wrapped with garland and tiny colored lights a few cars parked on the street a pub open the door closed windows covered and music coming into the street and the sounds of pool balls clicking "do you see anyone" I asked "no" was the answer I drove by the harbor up the hill some houses were lighted a few not I stopped at the stop sign and she looked back at a white house overlooking the bay not quite sure in the dark whose white house it was but she thought she saw a figure in a darken window a person maybe a woman working at some sort of dashboard or computer or control panel working quite feverishly to make a long story short we were met by two wooly beasts in our driveway and it was say 8:30 well the second my headlights hit their eyes I knew they wanted to wrap us up in their arms and she knew this was trouble and we best skedaddle which we sure as hell did and high-tailed it out of town on down to Millbridge on through Steuben we did notice though and it was 10 o' clock then a lanky kind of good looking man leaning against the county sign smoking a cigarette gotta love this place I thought oops we kept going at a good clip not worrying about the sheriffs or anything else just those wooly beasts bada bing.

Written in 2006.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

in the piano room haiku...

Old books the clock struck
12 - -
The river is still

Saturday, April 18, 2009

self-portrait french crayon & confetti...

northeast corridor...

The sound of coffee percolating
Leaving New York
In my mind
The fireplace is cold
It is dark
In Philadelphia
In my mind
Paper frames
Framing people & their boats
In Baltimore
In my mind
Flower & vine confetti & strings
Bracelets & rings green & pink
The moon a blue thought
- -
It is light now

Friday, April 17, 2009

sweet streets...

In the brick light
The street is green
Sweet Street
Carts bumping oranges apples daffodils
Sweet Street
A White Owl
Sweet Street
Cha bang cha bang
Philly Joe Jones
Of robins singing
The song
The songs
- -
Sweet streets

Inspired by Boulevard of Broken Dreams painted by Helnwein.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

little pieces...

A jonquil
at the phases of the moon & the April stars

Homage to a Provincetown painter - -
Black ivory
against the ocean dawn

Fruits cereals cake & grapes - -
waiting for a train

poetry & small art

In this song
Peach & green it is morning where?

In the real mail - -
& grapes

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

ornate piano french crayon...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

back in the piano room...

Sixty-eight panes of glass
Sixty-eight windows
Sunlight coming through
Bathing the piano
& three duck decoys on tables nearby
The great grandfather clock by the door
Strikes noontime
The wall clock in the corner keeps time
Prelude to a Kiss a Duke Ellington song
Played like Duke would've played it
A slow ballad
Rich chords
Keeps beat
- -
At last
Back in the piano room

2 Easter haiku...

A lonely hieroglyph
on a street in Philadelphia - -
Joe Frazier's Gym

Sunrise - -
Papier mache puppets
& a Diana Krall piano solo

Saturday, April 11, 2009

maya french crayon...


The high roads

There are runners on the high roads
Where the pebble flowers are
In the snow & in the green

In the expanse

No sky fences & no road fences
- -
Maya roads & the beats on them

Friday, April 10, 2009

leonard cohen & the ladies sing...

The great writer
Up in the hotel
Synthesizer is that a violin
Is that a drum a recorder
Leonard Cohen & the ladies sing
Are shadowy glasses companions
The sky the color of chimney smoke
I cannot see the platform
I cannot hear the whistle

The great writer

But I can hear the song
- -
& I can see the poet

the quiet is a dance...

The quiet is a dance
A car passing by
The furnace coming on

Harbors & breezes & lights
Photographs flashes & poses
Steeples & riversides waving

- -
A crayon playing the blues

Thursday, April 9, 2009


The poetry
In the picture studio
In the painting studio
In front & under the lights
Gloss & rouge
Eyes away eyes down
The shine the wrap a gold earring
In the studio of Edouard Vuillard
Her sigh
A second a glint a brush
- -

inspired by Edouard Vuillard's pastel on paper Biahna Duhamel in "Miss Helyett," 1891

my railroad...

The sky
The seas are my railroad
The wind
A wailing tree a grass a power line
A song
A crow
A gull lighting a gray dawn
& rain
Patting & running they are my railroad
A fog
On the street in front of my window
Bending in Aprils
Wafts & wafts & wafts of French vanilla on the air
- -
My railroad

Monday, April 6, 2009

& eyes touch...

Eyes touch
Of poetry & boats in the bistro of the night
Paint boxes
& sailing adventures in the room
A rug of colorful rags in the middle of the floor
Stacks of magazines there
& crumpled paper
A smattering of light from a window & a stove
& eyes touch
- -
It's 3 A.M.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

little pieces...

Across the breeze
Miles to the purple clouds
Miles to the pink sunsets

Saturday, April 4, 2009

thinking jazz in Paint...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

sepias & blues...

At the ocean shore
A pose
Where the Joshua tree is

Sepias & blues

blues joshua tree french crayon...

little pieces...

In longhand written on newspaper, paperback, &
Little paper
A little touch of cotton

Little pieces

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

indiana basketball...

The long roads & the long trees
Leaves on the
- -
New buds & new leaf on them now
Polished hardwood & headlights in a parade
Trophies rickety boards flat balls
A bare spot in the green
- -
The long roads & the long sunsets
Run the old picket fence!